The Boy with the Broken Heart

Every breath that goes through,

my lungs struggle to disperse the oxygen to the stream.

To survive the vessel defuses to the left side of the core

not receiving what it needs, it feeds of the warmth and moisture of the ocean,

the tears kept inside

all that confusion, all that hate, all that unfounded love, all that loneliness.

everything so distant as seen from a cloud in the sky

so lonely…

This is a part of me that will never change.

What is happening? Why is this happening? Please tell me everything is going to be okay.

Breathe, breathe, try to control it. It's not working. It's building It's getting bigger the storm is getting bigger. It has sieged the pericardium there is no escape. The perfect recipe for disaster. The collision with what was created with what has been done. It has intensified and the hurricane has been born bringing destruction.

Bruised knuckles with scars that reopened

fresh blood dripping

I couldn’t survive this storm not this time.

Swinging wildly as if I could escape this suffering. The anxiety and depression so severe that it pierced through

so cold the eye is now at my core.

Frozen emotions I felt as if I wasn't alive. I'm not alive. Everything is going to be okay I'm going to be okay. I will be okay. No I won’t. Pain isn’t temporary every time it comes back worse. This is the last time.

They tried to reach me but their help was like a paper airplane being thrown during the hurricane swept away by the force of the wind and trapped within but never reaching the core.

I thought I had someone but they didn’t understand they would never understand because I don’t even understand.

Unfolding, as the hurricane drags it through the mud the trash the glass. Eventually the plane was tossed out of the hurricane.

They blamed me for their frustration but I told them to get away but they just never listen. Who walks into a hurricane?

As their backs faded into the horizon I used every bit left of me to scream out in sorrow.

The schemes raced through me.

Splendid ideas which one shall I choose?

going 160 in the freeway as police chase me and I'll end it with going off the side of the freeway and if I don’t die I will provoke the officer to kill me, or how about I make headlines will I then get your attention?

as the news reporter says, “breaking news young, hispanic male threatening to jump off the suicide bridge police and fireman are now on the scene police are trying to reach him.”

Hahah but I let go. Would the headlines haunt you?